"Ah care," Luag said as he kept moving, side-stepping to try and position Flint in between him and Blake. That would give him a safer position if he did have to put away his wand to deal with this. Granted he was a bit surprised that it was going this way. Most purebloods didn't like to dirty their hands and he knew the name Flint as being one of them. Although he hadn't heard much about this lad, which could meant he was unavailable for one reason or another. Considering his job, marriage seemed more likely. "Tell me what Ah'm guilt o' an' Ah'll come quiet."
Pushing Flint back as much to help him get more distance back and get the other man to back off, he smirked wryly. "Ye may want ta be careful, lad," he said with a snort. "Next thing ye know, Ministry'll be sayin' ye catch bein' a bufty through touch an' ye'll be spendin' months havin' ta be decontaminated." He hated the words as he said them, but considering how his family and the Ministry reacted to his 'condition', it was worth a shot to get the man to back off so he didn't have to worry about a fist fight and a duel at the same time.